Hank'tin Saga

And now, it has grown dark and without moon
Our Lady is beside me and on our table
These frothy sea winks crash and boom within us
On rock and crag we break and moan
With glowing chests we persevere
And I am on the flower and gently, it is easy
Then it stuck, black and smoking
But now it is easy
These moments furnished by the Pirate, who gave bounty and built us chest
And more flower lays in secret bed of spice and roast
By head or feet of bird
Our Lady kisses me over and again
She is sweet, moist, and attentive; we are also, to her
The Contender makes bed in the Golden Vessel, I before the stars, and the Ogoroo will wait til morn.

Shelter Cove, four fifteen aught ten, and Tooby four sixteen